Waterbury evening Democrat., 1887-12-20
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PATIO seemed distant and reserved t.Ie rf,sf 4 the evening
 The next day, however, all my fears wer set at rest by receiving an invitation to O'CLOCK tea at her aunt's house The te was yesterday, and went, of course. on there very early, before the crowd came. an had half an hours quiet chat with my love She looked sweete- than ever, and was ex ceedlngiy agreeable. Ah, shall I ever dar, 10 tell my lovea When the rest of the guest began pouring in, beat retreat. an, walked slowly toward my rooms, buildin, castles In the air as fair as the sunset-whicl was particularly brilliant.
 l AS l got about three blocks from home | passed beneath an awning that was stretchef from the church door to the street, for wed olng. had scarcely got past the door wher an usher ran down the steps, and roughly caught my arm, destroying most beautiful thought. :.
 Where are you goingr' he asked, hur l rleoy. The man was a stranger to mo, bu, | knew Nemesis had hand in it. Before could answer, a couple of other men ran | down to where was.
 What do you mean, sirr' thundered a particularly irate old gentleman in a dress | suit; "explain yourself, sirIn Yes, that's the groom" I heard a lady. who had just joined the group, whisper to companion. = That settled it. understood it all. but wasn't going to be dragged into any wedding ceremony because chanced to look like the errant bridegroom. shook the man off who had hold of me, and turned to the old gentle man.
 "oh, Tom! Oh, paparn sobbed a voice rom the church door. It was the bride Papa grew actually purple with rage 8Calm yOurself Mir Rofbn,a~. oa,,, .x-.... sell, whispered another man, as papa threat ened to burst.
 "Calm the devilr" cried Mir. Rothmer. What do you mean, sirf" This was to me.
 The bright buttons and blue coat of a po- liceman arrived on the scene.
 Whats thisT he queried, hoarsely.
 Just what I'm trying to find out, officer, n answered, getting my speech for the first time. "This is evidently lunatic asylum that has got loose" l stepped back step, expecting Mir. R. to collapse with anger.
 The officer looked at me as spoke, and then touched his hat respectfully.
 ''I beg pardon, Mir. Thompson: didn't recognize you at first, he said, and then. turning to the coterie, growled in that tone that characterizes a New York policeman:
 Cant yer stop yer fuss! That gentleman,s all right I'll take the last one of veg in eff yer don't get away"
 A carriage rattled up to the door at that moment and young man-the same one that had threatened to whip me at the Thirty fourth street ferry-jumped out.
 "So you are here at last, :" thundered MT. Hothner. didn't wait to see or hear any more; l had had quite enough, so beat a nasty retreat in the direction of my rooms. wondering who this Mir. Thompson was that tho policeman referred to.
 When T was acaip co,rx,e h.a a my sober senses, I saw through the whole affair. This was evidently the Miss Rothmer about whom the old gentleman at the dinner table had spoken, and the groom was Mark. ham. pltied the poor chap after a while, and hoped that didn't interfere with the ceremony, for the batter was decidedly un- pleasant customer to deal with, imagined But it is all right. Today's paper has among the marriages the names ''Markham-Roth- mer"
 Do you not pardon the opening sentences of this records Think of what escaped, what l went through, and then do you not wonder that am not really distracteda By the way, l wonder if Gladys has fathers Ihope not
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 OCTOBER 2Oth, 1887.
 For the last two days have been a recluse bull find that it is of no use; might as we'll mingle with the world As have said, for two days have kept indoors, trying by read ing to lose my trials in thought of other mems trials But Nemesis with the blind in- stlnct Of newspaper reporter finds me out, and deals blow.
 Here is letter which I found this morning:
 "Blake, Blake & Blake,
 Attorneys and Counselors at Law,
 Nassau Street.
 NEW YORK, October, 1887. 'G. A. Stevens, Esq.
 DEAR SIR: For some time past we have suspected the truth, and recent inquiries and careful consideration of the circumstances have confirmed our belief in the matter We believe you to be Sir Arthur Tichborne, the real owner of those estates which some time ago attracted such attention in England So much have we learned, and we beg now to offer our services to you We would gladly undertake to place you in possession of your rghtful inheritance. We wish no fee in ad- vance, but will trust to your generosity, when we have set you right.
 Hoping that you will give the matter serious thought, and that we may be favored with an early call from you, we are
 Your obedient servants,
 "BLAKE, BLAKE 6 BLAN.n What do you think of thats Has Nemesis not got something to do with ita We'll, shall I attempt to regain my estates; shall see if I can succeed any better than the man before me dida Nol thank you, Nemesis, for the opportunity, but if I once got on the witness stand might be recog- nized as a noted criminal who died about | fifty years ago. No law courts for mel George Arthur Stevens in The Epoch.
 Signed Articles and ''Inside Men, An objection to signed articles is that | nearly one-haf of the newspaper men do but | very little writing. The problem is: How | shall these men get credit for their work? I \ mean, of course, credit outside the office. A | man does get credit in the office, whether he | signs or not. The main advantage in sign ing is in having it known that you are the | author. The first article being good, by gen. eral sympathy people will more readily read the second one over your signature, and your